Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.
Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of healing?
"No, Kinkade," Chase said thoughtfully. "I don't think a woman can destroy you. You can't be destroyed because there's nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever's near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you're near it. You reflect decay if you're near it. Left to your own devices, you've no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result."
Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of healing?
"No, Kinkade," Chase said thoughtfully. "I don't think a woman can destroy you. You can't be destroyed because there's nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever's near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you're near it. You reflect decay if you're near it. Left to your own devices, you've no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result."
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